Being in the silence

What did you hear in the silence?
Sound of the withering leaves or chilling breeze.
I missed to hear the thunder, for I was listening to the conversation between river and the rain.
I am sure you didn’t miss the symphony of the silence.

We captured the moment

You were there, far away,
Yet we saw it together
The full moon

I am an admirer

I adore her patience,
I admire her endurance.
But I dread the day when she’ll lose her calm
Will that be the doomsday?

The Door and Us

Often I sit at the doorsteps,
In the hope to find the door open.

You are always prompt in opening the door,
But only when I knock at it.

I wonder,
If it is you who keeps waiting for me to knock
Or is it me who is maintaining the distance with the existence of an illusory door

दीपावली

जगमगाती रौशनी में दीप मन के जग उठे
उज्जवल निशा की रागिनी बन गीत गुन्गुन्नाने लगे
अब न अंधियारे का भय हो और न सन्नाटे का डर
रुकना नहीं मुड़ना नहीं चलती चलूँ ऐसी डगर 

Celebrating the smile

Life is nothing but a celebration of smiles,
it is just that we choose differently
and different smiles to have our own celebrations.

The Same Rain

The early morning drizzling brought
a relief to the parching soul
after a few hot and humid days.
And so, I longed to see the downpour, the incessant one.
With a cup of tea in my hands, as I glanced through
the cover page of the newspaper, the news
read ‘the incessant rain continued to take a heavy toll in Southern parts of India’.
With a little discontentment, I kept staring at the droplets,
And I wondered if it was the same rain that was creating havoc in the other parts of my land.

The messed up mind

After a long silence in the unknown sounds and voices,
There is a storm, a deluge again.
Back here, my desk is piled up with scattered sheets and layers of dust
And so is my mind messed up with thoughts.
The strains of some chords entangled in the past,
And the struggle to move from future to the present,
Not sure how long will it continue.
I should now look out for some solace in the noises and piles around me.

Another journey

Amidst a storm of buzzing thoughts,
From within the fluttering leaves,
I see the rays of dawn,
A strange silence descends on me.
In that silent zone I hear a chirping bird.
A new dawn has come again,
and I am on for another year long journey

उड़ान

एक ठहराव सा है ये एहसास न था,
एक आस्मां भी है ये विश्वास न था।

आंख उठाकर गर देख जो मैं पाती,
तो पंछी सी उड़ान भर क्षितिज को छू आती

Being with Myself

Am I a little too demanding,

if

I ask to enjoy my aloneness,
I want to be with myself
I need to talk to myself,
I wish to hear my own voice,
I feel like looking into my mirror
I want to stand near my window
I want to walk alone in the garden
I wish to discover my own self.

Tell me, if
I shouldn’t be doing any of these.

Tell me, if
I shouldn’t be asking for any of these.

Wait and Watch

Wait, and Watch

Watch, and Wait


Wait and Watch
Watch and Wait

Tick- Tick
Tick- Tick

Time moves on ……
and life goes on …...

गुज़रे लम्हे

भूल जाने की चाहत तो हर दम है मगर, दिले नादान को भूलना आता नहीं।

वक्त की स्याही से सब मिट जाता है मगर, गुज़रे लम्हों का एहसास दिल से जाता नहीं।

शायरी

बिन बुलाये बे वक़्त आ जाना ही है आंसुओं का काम

हर लम्हे को जी जाना और हर अश्क को पी जाना ही है ज़िन्दगी का नाम

Her Voice

This morning I heard my mother calling me,
I opened my eyes and realized there was no one,
it seemed she had just left after whispering her golden words.

There was the fragrance of wet soil ,
With the signs of a distant rain I felt
as if a few droplets had fallen on my land